Drastic Measures

You dance your heart out, squeezing the last nugget of gift out of the sincerest part of you. You offer it up with no strings attached. And what happens? Nothing. They take what you give and close the doors, the windows, and turn their backs on you. Such a life you think, standing there utterly alone with nothing left to sustain you. Now what? Well you take drastic measures, that's what. Shave your head and get some piercings, some tattoos, and a tilt toward hipness. If you can't beat 'em. Or not. Some of us just play our music to no applause. Dumb innocence earns nothing. Only the cynic will talk to you now.